Today is the day of silence
One where all is rest, dead
Bodies do not move, so
Sabbath is observed, grief
Consumed so that the soul
Can take it all in, in the
Silence of in between the
Cross and tomb, no stories
No words can reveal what
Takes place this day because
Once we have faced the
Yawning darkness which
Threatens to swallow us up
Silence comes, a rest, an
Inexplicable part of where
We hit bottom before we
Realize we have to kick
In order to find the top
Or the stone rolled away